"Sly?" Monica rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasn't dreaming. Sly took off his sunglasses, hooked it on the pocket of his blazer. "Yes, Monica, it's me, Sly. Did you think you could just leave me like that?" He uttered, striding towards her desk. Sly's analysis woke the rage in Monica. Yet, she calmed herself. No one in the company except for Ben, Elsie and Serena knew about her marital affairs therefore, she wasn't ready to let them in on it. "I only fulfilled your wish," she bitterly said. "Fulfil my next wish then," Sly said, as he sat on a chair in front of her. His thought patterns run wild. Monica knitted her brow, "what is that?" Sly leaned in, then said in a whisper, "I will only tell you if you promise to fulfil it." "Then you have to keep it because I won't make you any promises." Monica wasn't dumb. She knew how slimy Sly could be and now, she didn't want any of it. She was determined to move without her heart because she knew it
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